Every morning in the smaller dining room, I put my hand on the raggedy old chair — the chair that Hardscrabble Farmer sat in — and I say, “Hi Munchkin! I love you and miss you so much. But, I’m happy for you, because I know you are surrounded by peace, joy, and love. Mind if I read you a poem?” And then I read her the poem below (haven’t yet read it to her without crying …. sometimes tears of sadness, but also of joy), and then I close with, “Smile on me, Munchkin. If you can … blow me a kiss. I’m sure I’ll feel it. I love you.”
I’m sharing this with you because it has meant SO MUCH to me. And who among our little TBP Tribe has not suffered the loss of a deeply loved one? I hope this brings you the comfortable peace it has brought me!
Oh … one more thing. Something phenomenal happened today. So much so that I can not yet write about it. Blew my mind. I’m still processing it. I’ll possibly write about it on Feb 4th, the one month anniversary of Maureen’s trip to The Great Beyond.
I love all of you.
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